Sighing, Lindsey gave in with no resistance, falling back with Dean with a rueful smile. Perhaps a few hours wouldn't hurt, and he already had something in mind that might work, an ancient text he had seen before while researching up the Darla ritual.

Wrapping his arm back around Dean in a possessive but tender hold, Lindsey closed his eyes and tried to sleep.


(( Or... Dean might have a greater chance of forgiving him if he'd been soulless for a while before it gets shoved back? I mean, he'd still remember what he felt for Lindsey from that period of time... or he might just hate Lindsey more for all the horrible things he did while soulless. :\ ))